This week I’m reading Death Warmed Over, by Kevin J. Anderson:
This book takes place after “The Big Uneasy”, an event (so far not explicated) after which various legendary creatures (zombies, werewolves, vampires, ghosts, etc.) returned to the world, sort of like old baseball cars being put back into circulation. Or something like that.
Getting down to business, Robin took the painting from the big troll enforcer and unrolled it on the nearby desk so we could look at the mournful zombie puppies. Alvin Ricketts let out a long, happy sigh. “Ah, just look at the pathos, the myriad levels! Doesn’t it just speak to you . . . right here?” He touched a fist to his ghostly sternum.
“It’s cute,” Sheyenne said.
“Can you prove clear title?” asked Edgar Allan.
“Right here.” Robin handed over the title documents, which the troll studied meticulously. “I don’t specialize in real estate law, but the cemetery forwarded the proper paperwork this morning. I’d still advise you to buy title insurance.”“Seems to be in order.” The little troll looked up at me, blinking his yellow eyes.“Pleasure doing business with you.”After the signatures were duly notarized, Edgar Allan handed out business cards. “In case you’re ever in the market, I’ve got some underground deals that aren’t in the regular listings.”
Pedro crouched down beside her. Because he couldn’t think of anything else to do, he knelt and put his fingers on the glass. It was slick and cold, and seemed to hum slightly under his touch, like a purring cat. He said, “Aren’t we supposed to ask a question?”
“Not this time,” Sandy said.
Viscosity 